This is a song about "Belly floppin"

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy

Floppin all around like jason collins reading playboy

They bringing me fish and chips

Belly full of paper bills

Meanwhile you can stroke my fuckin' belly nigga,

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

Around you ill run laps and swim trough your belly flaps

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

To feed my belly i go round town, toastin the semi

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Could never get a girl to love him, too much fat on his belly

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

In the #belly of the #beast, #teeth #biting through the #meat